Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.